Motaa Ojekh

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Motaa Ojekh (1743-1746), Dark Axum (1741-1742), Axum (1733-1740).

Foundation: 1733-1746Dead.gif


Religion: Coptic Christian


A short lived kingdom formed in East Afriqua by Kerkoure nomads, constantly assailed by their more civilised neighbours, the last remnants of the state were destroyed on the island of Madagascar.

The History:

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Turn 202 Years 1733-1734

The Free Republic of Ethiopia

Fredik, Regent for Saul Ashûr, President-For-Life of Ethiopia

Diplomacy: None

The Imperial authorities at Krak de Chevailers delivered a great deal of Danish wheat, corn, salted ham and cheap beer in barrel-lots. General Lorenzo, who was busily suppressing civil insurrection in Egypt and plotting to seize the Presidency, took these supplies in hand. He was glad to acquire the bargaining tool

Indeed, after slaughtering twenty or thirty thousand Egyptian fellaheen for being uppity in '31 and '32, Lorenzo now received a letter from Emir Abadin, indicating that the slaves were to be set free, and protected, and that any slave-holders who didn't like that could get a bayonet. This did not sit well with Lorenzo, who was now fast friends with the major slave-holding nobles and merchants in lush, rich, Egypt. The arrival of all that Danish grain helped solidify his position, and then he seized a shipment of specie sent from the Republican mint to help Libya.

Paco, vainly attempting to rule from Soba, took the news of Lorenzo's treachery quite poorly. He needed that grain to satisfy the famine-plagued populace and the warlords of the south. Swift action was needed, so Paco marched the army of the Republic to Gozer, on the coast, to speak with Fredik, the admiral of the navy. At the same time, Lorenzo had seized direct control of all of Libyan Egypt in the name of Emir Mehet. A variety of slave revolts sputtered up and were ruthlessly suppressed. With these matters in hand, Lorenzo then marched south along the coastal highway. This was near the end of '33.

Paco, meanwhile, had reached Gozer to speak with Fredik - the admiral was very coy and it became aggravatingly clear to Paco that the fleet was waiting to see what happened. The Regent had come to the conclusion that he was going to have to march further north and crush Lorenzo directly, in Egypt. At this point, a courier arrived from the west in tremendous haste, bearing news that a great horde of Coptic desert nomads had stormed into Kordofan, inflamed with religious passion, and was looting and burning their way towards Walaga and the cave of the flame. Cursing the day that he had ever desired a throne, even in the name of a young and easily managed boy like Saul, Paco turned his army around and sped west.

The Kerkoure horde had almost reached Omdurman and the White Nile when Paco (now assisted by two generals) blocked the highway with 14,000 men. The Kerkoure (their forces bolstered by the Ennedi and the Dongolans) numbered no less than forty-six thousand riders, all filled with the fire of Jah himself. No longer would the soft city dwellers be left with the custody of the holy places! Now true believers would protect the Cave of the Flame, from which Jah spoke directly to the believers! The desert tribesmen stormed into the Ethiopian lines, wailing a great cry, their jezails, their sabers, their lances flashing in the sun. Paco was no Alexander (well, not even a McClellan) but he was brave and he and his men could stand fast (without even a single field gun among them) against the nomad storm. The Ethiopian sarwen held firm, and ripped loose a stunning mass volley as the Kerkoure charge slammed home. Then everything vanished in a gout of dust and a long rattling, constant bam-bam-bam of regiments firing at will. The Kerkoure chieftain (Ousanas) was no fool, however, and he had a little advice from a Western military officer.

While the main body of his force plowed into the Ethiopian lines, the wings of his army lapped around the sides of the Repblican formation like the horns of a great bull. The Republican light horse was brushed aside, or smashed, and then the mass of the Ennedi and the Kerkoure swarmed over the Republican infantry like the tide. Within the day, nearly 12,000 sarwen were dead, and the others captive of fled. Paco was killed, while his generals were captured and then dragged to death behind the horses of the Kerkoure. The army of the Republic was gone.

Ousanas and his nomads then turned south, moving swiftly along the great highways that led into the central highlands. The citizens of the great cities of Soba and Fashoda closed their gates and huddled within, praying for deliverance. Ousanas ignored them. By the end of '34 - unopposed - the Kerkoure had seized Walaga (to protect the Cave) and the province of Shoa (along with the ancient capital of Addis-Adaba). The desert tribesmen were quite pleased with their new abode, which was cool and lush with rain.

Amid all the other trouble, two Danish airships landed at Walaga in late '34, seeking the Cave of the Flame. Instead, of course, they found a land in uproar, and swarming with rabid Coptic nomads. Very distressing. They quickly ran out of salted hams, and were forced to lift off and fly to the Masai city of Jahar for safety.

Trouble continued in the north - Lorenzo reached Gozer, on the coast, and he too set to bartering with Admiral Fredik. Unfortunately, talks broke down very quickly. Each man attempted to have the other murdered, and failed. There were mutinies amongst the fleet and among the army regiments. These were suppressed with considerable violence. Word arrived from Egypt, brought by haggard courier, that the Moslem tribes of the western desert had suddenly taken up arms and stormed into the delta. Lorenzo, filled with some sense of obligation to the Libyan nobles that had plied him with so much gold and wine, marched his army back north.

By the time that Lorenzo reached Mansura, he learned that the El'Wahat had overrun Thebes, Faiyum and Egypt itself. Luckily, only the city of Al'Hasan in Thebes had fallen to them. The other cities of Lower Egypt were powerfully defended. Lorenzo, attempting to relieve the siege of Alexandria, ran smack into the army of the Tauregs at Busiris and found his own force of 13,000 substantially outnumbered by the 30,000-odd bandits. The Ethiopian was also outraged, for the Libyans were continuing to hide in their cities. Despite a superior field position, and the unswerving tenacity of his own troops, Lorenzo then managed to lose the battle, letting himself be flanked and then botching an orderly withdrawal across one of the many arms of the Nile.

The Ethiopians were hacked to bits, forced to fight disordered. Then Lorenzo's command group was cornered and they had to fight it out at swordstrokes with the Tauregs. Lorenzo tried to flee, but drowned in the canal, weighed down by his heavy back-and-breast. The rest of his army scattered, most of them making it to Alexandria and safety.

The Taureg chiefs then gathered to discuss what to do, surprisingly, their raids had conquered Egypt! The eldest of them, the white-bearded Abu Sayyaf Adin nodded gravely. "We have long suffered since the Copts came and drove us from Egypt, casting down the Sultan. Then the Libyan dogs crawled in, yapping like curs, and made all these lands - lands given us by the Prophet! - under the hated Cross. But now we are kings here, and must rule wisely. The messenger said that this would happen, and lo! It has happened."

With Lorenzo's death, and the departure of the Kerkoure for the southern highlands, Fredik was at last able to venture out of Gozer and seize control of Soba with a force of sailors. He declared himself guardian and regent for the boy, Saul, of whose realm so many had ruled, and poorly. With this the immediate struggle ended, though the province of Arakan (in India) revolted.


Ousanas, Nagusa Negast of the Ethiops, Favored of Jah, Protector of the Cave

Diplomacy: None

After seizing Shoa and Walaga, the Kerkoure settled therein (and also in the forested hills of Adowa), finding the land good and rich. A small trade in pilgrims and gold was opened with the Masai - who were quite conveniently reachable by a fine highway down into Adal.

Turn 203 Years 1735-1736


Ousanas, Nagusa Negast of the Ethiops, Favored of Jah, Protector of the Cave

Diplomacy: None

After suffering such insults at the hands of Ringo, Ousanas gathered his forces and plowed north into Sennar, capturing both the province and the unwalled city of Fashar with ease. This effort gave the Ethiopians time to scramble to Funj and prepare the defenses in the capitol. The Axumites then charged headlong into Funj and besieged Soba.

Despite the urging of his generals to "take it easy", Ousanas was determined to root these lowlander vermin out of their den, and to recover the hotty Aaliyah for himself. As a result, the Axumites pitched in to try and take Soba by vigorous and unrelenting siege, starting in October of '36. Unfortunately, the highlanders were just not prepared to take a modern city and suffered hideous losses before Ousanas gave up and retreated to Sennar to brood and listen to sad songs.

A young Danish adventurer, Rossolimo, attempted to gain access to the Cave of the Flame, but was turned away, despite an excellent disguise. Disheartened, the daring fellow then managed to enter Mecca - still forbidden to the infidel despite the desecration of the Kab'a at the hands of the Coptic dogs - and came away alive. He took a lot of notes.

Turn 204 Years 1737-1738


Ousanas, Nagusa Negast of the Ethiops, Favored of Jah, Protector of the Cave

Diplomacy: None

The Axumites, having secured the Cave, were happy to just sit, settle their tribesmen and see about growing some more yams.

Turn 205 Years 1739-1740


Eon, Nagusa Negast of the Ethiops, Favored of Jah, Protector of the Cave

Diplomacy: None

Though crippled by drought and poverty, the Axumites were not yet dead men the Negusa Negast had posted a wary patrol on the border with Ethiopia and they hurried back to Addis-Adaba with news of invasion. They found the city in mourning black-masked men had set upon Ousanas as he returned from the bathing house one morning and stabbed the great leader to death. His guardsmen had rushed to his aid, but by the time they had driven off the Ethiops (for the assassins proudly bore the tattoos and signs of the Sharp Hand, a fraternal order of Ethiopian warriors) Ousanas’ life had gushed out on the ground.

His younger brother Eon took command, and soon learned an army three times the size of the warriors he commanded was sweeping across the plains of Sennar. Further, he learned from panicked merchants the Regent Fredik had decided to punish the cities who had made an accommodation with the Axumites Fashoda was already in flames, every last ducat, bolt of cloth and item of furniture looted away by the Ethiopians.

"We will go then", the young Negusa proclaimed. "So we came, on horse and camel and donkey, so we will go". His people rushed to gather themselves, to fill their panniers, pack up their tents, abandon the rich villas and houses they had tenanted for only six years. Eon himself led his army into the mountains athwart the path the Ethiopians must take and lay in wait, intending to buy time for the escape of his people.

Fredik, however, was well informed by his spies and rushed his men forward, hoping to catch the fleeing Axumites on the march. Eon (who was a man wise in the ways of battle) divined his intent and rode swiftly away to the south. The Ethiops entered the high valleys of Shoa unopposed, and fell upon Addis-Adaba were terrible ferocity. As Fashoda had suffered, so too did the ancient capital, and there Fredik found great treasure in the houses of the merchants, the churches and even the dwellings of the poor.

These baubles purchased escape for Eon and his people, who found their way down onto the coastal plain and into the lands of the Masai kings. Fredik was pleased to see them go, and took a certain satisfaction in seeing them plague the southerners.

Turn 206 Years 1741-1742

Dark Axum

Eon, Nagusa Negast of the Ethiops, Favored of Jah, Protector of the Cave

Diplomacy: None!

Faced with the fresh prospect of annhilation at the hands of the angry Masai, Eon knuckled under and accepted a moderately humiliating compromise. As a result, he and his people packed up their bags once more (though they were getting heartily tired of constant movement) and boarded a vast Masai fleet.

They were sailed south, and then south some more, until at last they came to the jungled, unspoilt coastline of the 'Stony Island' of Madagascar. There the Masai dumped them on the coast of Betisimarsaka to fend for themselves, then sailed away.

Over the next year, Eon’s soldiers slaughtered an inordinate number of local tribesmen (wretched creatures, worshipping some Fish God) and conquered (and settled) the provinces of Betisimarsaka, Ikopa, Ihozi and Merintha.

Turn 207 Years 1743-1744

Motaa Ojekh

Eon, Nagusa Negast of the Ethiops, Favored of Jah, Protector of the Cave

Diplomacy: None

Trapped on an isolated, wilderness island without so much as a town to call their own the Axumites cursed man and god alike with special emphasis on the Maasai dogs who stranded them in this hellish jungle. Their scouts, however, returned from the west to report an actual town on the Sakalavan coast. A town inhabited by Malays, Javans and other known reprobates.

Eon, therefore, decided to march his army over the mountains into Mahabo and conquer that land, then attack Port Kolos and take the trade station for himself! In Mahabo a Afriqan garrison was slapped around, then chased into the jungles. Eon swept into Sakalava with high hopes of taking the city with minimal resistance.

Unfortunately, not only did Port Kolos have an actual wall and a city militia, but two frigates owned by the Pacific Mercenary & Trust company, commanded by Captain Shimura, arrived in harbor just in time to join the Javan defenders in their battle against the Axumites. Eon dispersed his men and ordered an attack on the walls. The first attack was beaten back, with heavily loses among the Axumites.

While Eon was rallying his men, the mayor’s son (who had taken command of the Kolos squadron while they were operating in Indonesian waters) also sailed into port a week with twenty-four battlecruisers of the Squadron at his hand. Now Eon’s positions in the hills around the town were subjected to shelling from the big, three-hulled battlecruisers. In poor ground and facing a well-prepared position, Eon abandoned the campaign and marched off south, cursing his enemies.

His battles, however, were not yet over...

Turn 208 Years 1745-1746

Motaa Ojekh

Eon, Nagusa Negast of the Ethiops, Favored of Jah, Protector of the Cave

Diplomacy: None

Eon wept bitterly to see the disaster which had overcome his people. Lost in the jungles of Madagascar, unable to feed themselves, the Motaa disintegrated into squabbling clans, then family groups. Their beloved horses perished of disease and malnutrition and still the Javans and Afriqans in Port Kolos taunted them. In time, the city-dwellers took to hunting the Motaa as dangerous vermin... by the end of ’46, the Guardians of the Flame were no more.

The Kings

Eon 1739-1746

Ousanas 1733-1739

The Players

Eric Miller 205-208

Open 202-204

By Graham Donald, 2004

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